A door-to-door salesman. Brushes.
My life had become so boring that frequently I secretly welcomed one of these jokers ringing my bell, trying to sell me something I didn't want. At least it filled the time. The more I resisted, the more they talked, and the more time it killed.
But not today. Not now. I had a cunt between my legs that was ready to explode. I was afraid that if I got into a conversation with someone, within two minutes they would notice the pussy juice trickling down my legs.
I suppose I could have just not answered the door. But the minute I heard the bell ringing, the fragile atmosphere of my Alice-through-the-looking-glass fantasy had been ruptured. As the ringing persisted I became more and more convinced that if I tried to ignore it, whoever was at the door might come into the house anyway, catching me with my hand halfway up my cunt.
Standing there talking to him at the door, I prayed that I could get rid of him before the fact of my oozing cunt, drooling nakedly under my rumpled short skirt, became so obvious that it would embarrass both of us.
He was a tall, handsome young man, probably in his early twenties. He said he was working his way through the local university to become a veterinarian. He looked the part. He was fresh and rough-hewn like he had been raised on the healthy environment of a farm, getting involved with animals and the land while he was growing up, instead of drugs and cheap thrills like so many kids around these days. He had short brown hair and a jutting jaw. And even under his brown corduroy suit I could see that he had an exceptionally muscular body.
"I hope I haven't interrupted anything," he said, his azure-blue eyes meeting mine.
"Oh, no, no," I lied. "I was just waking up from a nap anyway."
"Well, then, may I come inside?" he said assertively but pleasantly.
"Uh, sure… sure," I said, unable to think of any other response to his polite insistence. "Come in and have a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"No thanks," he said as he sat down.
He must have been about six-foot-four and over two hundred pounds without an ounce of fat on him. Standing in the doorway, walking across the room or sitting down, I could see that he was a beautiful hunk of man. And not the least of it, I suddenly noticed when he sat down and his pants stretched tightly against his crotch, was the huge corduroy bulge between his legs. Spontaneously, it occurred to me that at least five pounds of that two-hundred had to be his cock, judging from the provocative mound in his trousers.
"Do you have something cooking in the kitchen?" he asked, startling me with his unexpected question.
"Why do you ask?" I said, puzzled.
"Because you were licking your lips… like you were thinking about something good to eat," he said, smiling.
Was it my imagination or didn't the bulge between his legs seem to throb when he said that? I averted my eyes from him, trying to deny my interest in his crotch.
But it did no good. My cunt was foaming with uncontrollable desire, even hotter than it had been when I was fingerfucking myself in the mirror.
"Are you sure you don't want any coffee?" I asked again, trying to forget about the pulsing between my thighs.
"No," he said, "But don't let me stop you if you want some."
"Oh, no, that's all right," I said, trying not to betray my nervousness and taking a chair across from him. As I sat down, my skirt climbed to the tops of my thighs. Remembering that I had nothing underneath I gave it a tug, muttering in frustration under my breath.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" he asked.
"Oh," I said. "I was just complaining to myself how short this skirt is. It's out of style, I'm afraid. I just wear it around the house."
"I think it's very attractive," he said, smiling. "If you're worried about what I think – don't. Besides, you have no reason to complain. You have exceptionally beautiful legs."
"Thank you," I blushed.
"And you don't have to sit clear across the room, you know. I'll never be able to show you my samples unless you come over here to the couch." He patted the sample case he'd been carrying. But in some fantasizing corner of my brain I could see him patting that bulging crotch.
The way he looked across the room at me, I didn't see how I could say no without seeming to be impolite.
"Don't worry, I won't try and bite you… or try and sell you anything you don't want."
"I know you wouldn't," I said as I moved to sit beside him.
I could feel his eyes on my legs as my skirt slid up. I knew I should have put my panties back on before I answered the door. My skirt was within a couple of inches of the bush of my cunt and there was nothing to stop this stranger from seeing it if I made a false move. It would be bad enough if a stranger saw my pussy, but even more embarrassing when he noticed that it was absolutely sopping.
"You know," he said, putting his arm around me, "you are a very pretty girl."
I was so flattered that such a good-looking young guy had called me a girl I ignored my immediate reaction of being annoyed at his forwardness and let his arm remain unmolested around my shoulders.
"I'll bet you get lonely sitting around here alone all day," he said like he really understood my plight.
"As a matter of fact I do," I practically blurted, astonished at my candor. "But of course," I quickly tried to cover up, "I read quite a bit, and I have a few other interests."
"Like what?" he said, moving his body even closer to me.
"Oh, you know… you know," I stammered, totally at a loss to give any examples.
"Like playing with your pussy?" he said in a voice as calm and friendly as the one he'd used to introduce himself when I'd answered the door.
"I beg your pardon," I replied incredulously.
He didn't say anything. Instead he just looked down between my legs. My mouth flew open when I looked down, too, and saw that my skirt had wriggled halfway up my bare hips and half of my cunt was showing. A thick trickle of glistening goo oozed strikingly from the crimson slot in the center of my bush.
"I… I…" I stuttered, vainly trying to think of a denial for what was as obvious as both the nose on my face and the bare, moist pussy between my thighs.
"Don't be afraid," he said, reaching over my shoulder and squeezing one of my breasts, cupping my braless tit in his strong but gentle grip. "You want it, don't you?"
"No, actually I have all the brushes I'll ever need," I said.
"You don't have to play games with me," he said. "I've seen you looking at my cock ever since I sat down. You don't have to be ashamed that you want it."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I said huffily, trying unsuccessfully to act as though his bulging cock and balls were the last things I had on my mind. Actually my brain was filled with their burning image, a picture of a long stiff prick and two throbbing testicles engorging my imagination.
"Oh, no, baby," he said, "you've got it all wrong. You wouldn't have answered the door with no panties on unless you were hoping ten inches of cock was waiting for you at the door."
Ten inches! My pussy started doing flip flops.
"No… no, you're wrong," I weakly protested. "I was… I was doing something in the bedroom."
"Playing with your pussy," he said. "See, I got you to admit it. I was right in the first place. Now why don't you just admit that you're horny as hell and let me split your pussy wide open with my cock. If you make me wait too long I'm afraid I'll tear my pants. Believe me, you've got me just as turned-on as you are. And there's only one thing that will cure it."
He pushed me back on the sofa and started lifting the bottom of my sweater. "No bra either," he said, just before my tits popped free and he gently grasped them, pushing them together so that he had both my nipples ensnared in a singe hand, squeezing them into turgid erectness. "You really want it, don't you?"
I was speechless. He manipulated me like I was his puppet, slipping my sweater over my head and tossing it to the floor so that I was nude from the waist up. Down below, my skirt was now bunched around my waist. My exposed cunt seemed to blaze like a glowing ember between my legs. A trickle of drool spewed from my gash, leaving a dark stain on the sofa.
Abruptly, his calm exterior cracked for the first time. He leaned over, crushing my body in his tit-caressing embrace and breathing hotly in my ear, "Yeah, baby, you're ready for it, aren't you? You're a hot little bitch. You need it all the time, don't you baby? Your husband can't begin to satisfy you."
I was mute. While my body helplessly writhed under his touch, one hand easing between my uncontrollably parting thighs while the other stroked my tits, I found myself blushing, unable to contradict him.
Immediately I realized that the reason for my inability to answer him was that, what he was saying was true. George was a dud in the sack.
When George did fuck me – about once every couple of weeks when he wasn't too tired from trying to get ahead in the insurance business – it was just a crude slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am, rolling off of me and falling asleep just as soon as he had come. Particularly over the last couple of years, more times than I cared to remember I had wound up laying flat on my back with a pussy full of sperm, squirming in frustration, far short of having come myself.
"It's true, isn't it?" the salesman said, slipping a finger inside my cunt and working it gently in and out, my pussy lips instinctively clinging to it as my senses began to boll. "Your husband doesn't satisfy you. He's too busy at the office to pay any attention to your needs. To your body. To your tits. To your cunt. To your hot, throbbing cunt. I can feel your pussy crying to be fucked."
Before I could answer he dropped his head down to my tits. His tongue darted out and flicked my left nipple. Then he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I felt a warm, pulling sensation start rippling down my stomach and into my pussy. Another of his fingers squirmed to join the first one inside my cunt and I opened my legs to accommodate his thrust, losing control of myself. I moaned as he ran his large hand up and down my pussy, massaging it and fingerfucking it into a drooling frenzy.
"Are you ready for it now, baby?" he breathed huskily into the cleavage of my compressed tits. "Are you ready to find out what ten inches of steel feels like?" Slowly he slipped a third finger up my pussy and started to give me a three-pronged fingerfuck. It was the most delicious feeling I had experienced within memory.
"Yes, yes," I cried, giving in totally at last to my impulses. "Anything! Give it to me! Fuck me!"
"Say please."
"Please fuck me!" I cried. "Tear me apart with your cock!"
After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up, stripped off his coat and shirt, and then his pants. My eyes were glued to his body. I'd never seen such a man. His gigantic, twitching cock jumped out at me, putting fear into my heart and an incredibly squishy tightness in my cunt.
"I… I… I can't take that," I stammered, reaching out in wonder to touch his massive tool. Not only was it ten inches long, it was easily six inches around, more like a battering-ram than an organ of the human body. "It will kill me if you try and stick that inside me. My cunt won't be able to take it. I've never had anything that huge."
"I'll bet the truth of the matter is that you've never had anything but your husband's dinky worm," he said arrogantly. "That's why you can't take your eyes… and your hand… off my pride and joy."
He was right. My husband was the only man I'd ever fucked. And George had a cock that probably wouldn't make half of this one on the night of his biggest hard-on.
"Don't worry, baby," he said, "you'll be surprised how much your pussy can stretch for something it really wants. The fact that it's your first time with a man-sized prick will just make your pussy tighter around my cock. That's why I like to fuck your housewives – you've got such nice little tight cunts from being starved for the real thing for so long. It's always a pleasure teaching a compact, cock-starved pussy to love twice as much meat as it's been used to. Now let's stop talking and get busy."
He clasped his hand around the waistband of my skirt and ripped it off of me with a singe jerk, sending the buttons clattering to the floor. I stood before him totally naked, my hand still encircling his throbbing cock, my mouth gaping open, and my breasts heaving while my pussy burned with unquenchable desire. The fear was eclipsed by lustful yearning, and I buried my inhibitions and begged him to fuck me.
He forced me down onto the couch and pulled my legs apart. His tongue swiped hungrily over his smiling lips as he regarded the hairy, open maw of my juicily spread pussy. As his mouth watered at the sight of my cunt, and his dick seemed to swell even more, I suddenly felt fantastically desirable, a feeling I hadn't experienced in my entire ten years of married life. Oh, God, how I wanted it!
"Please, please," I cried, "stick it in me! Fuck me now or I'll die!" A moment ago I was afraid that his immense cock was going to split me in two, and now I couldn't wait until it did? I was dying to feel my pussy ripped apart by his fantastically stiff bludgeon.
He eased down and rolled on top of me. I felt his huge cock-head at my pussy lips. He eased it into the opening of my pussy hole, then shoved gently. His monstrous, throbbing cock began to slip slowly into my cunt, thrillingly engorging my fucking canal inch by delicious inch.
"Oh Christ, that feels good," I moaned. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!"
He reached down, spread my pussy lips as open as they would go, and gave a hard shove. The gentleness was over as I felt his prick ram into my cunt all the way to his eye balls. As his cock pulsed and thrusted inside my pussy I was sure that its head had surged all the way into my stomach. Then he pulled his cock all the way out to the head before plunging it back in again to the hilt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I screamed, biting his shoulder. "Oh God, fuck me!"
"Scream, baby, scream," he said. "When your old man comes home tonight, you can tell him what it feels like to be fucked by a real cock." He fucked me hard, and I met each of his thrusts with an upward one of my own, performing tricks with my gyrating pelvis of which I had never known I was capable.
"This is the best fuck I've ever had," I moaned each time he rammed his cock all the way to the stretching limits of my incredibly elastic pussy. "My cunt will never be the same. Ram that monster in my cunt. Fuck me, make me scream. Split me in two. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
I was so excited that I raised my head so I could watch his beautiful cock slide in and out of my tightly gasping cunt. Just watching the pumping motion of his sleek tool in my pussy was enough to make me start coming. I started to whimper, and then groan, louder and louder, until I was screaming at the top of my lungs, begging to be fucked harder and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more brutally. My pussy throbbed and spasmed and sucked and shuddered as I came like I'd never come before.
I was still screaming when he placed his hands under my legs and pushed them up to my shoulders. Then he dropped to his knees between them and rammed his horn of a cock into me like an enraged bull, deliciously goring me. In and out it traveled, until my cunt began to constrict and the volume of my screaming increased to a deafening wail. I'd already come mare in a few minutes with this big-dicked stranger than I ever had with my puny endowed husband, and it seemed like I was just beginning, my cunt creaming like someone had emptied a jar of mayonnaise between my legs.
When my lungs were burning and I had temporarily ceased to scream, he pulled his wet cock out of my foaming pussy and pushed me toward a chair.
"Bend over the chair," he commanded. "I'm going to dog-fuck you like the animal my cock has turned you into."
I did as he ordered, feeling complimented that he'd recognized I was nothing more than a bitch in heat. I gasped with delight when he promptly leaned over my naked back to plunge his huge prick into my gaping pussy.
The sensation of the full ten inches of his cock filling the core of my body from behind was more than I had bargained for, even in my unquenchable lust. "Oh my God," I yelled. "You're going to rip me apart!"
"No, no, baby," he whispered hotly in my ear as he hunched over me, mercilessly fucking me. "That's the beauty of being dog-fucked by a giant prick like mine. It just feels that way. You get all the thrills of feeling like you're being fucked to death, only you wake up the next morning as good as new, ready to go again. Actually your cunt was just made for a cock like mine. A big, thick cock. Your cunt fits me like a glove."
His prick made wet sucking sounds as it went in and out of my pussy. Then, after about forty massive strokes, he gave one mighty thrust and buried his sword-like dick in me to the hilt, his rolling balls squashing maddeningly against my hopelessly aroused clit at the top of my cunt. There was no alternative but to scream like he was branding me with a red-hot poker when I felt his sizzling hot come shoot up into the convulsing depths of my pussy.
He pulled out, then rammed it in again, repeating the process over and over again as his cock spurted endlessly up my cunt. The center of my body was swamped with his thick fluid, all my internal organs feeling like they were drowning in the ocean of his sperm. And my own coming soared to new heights, the orgasmic feeling within me totally dominating my body so that I shivered like I was having a massive seizure.
Then, finally, after what seemed an eternity of spurting, he stopped ejaculating and draped limply over me with his cock still in my pussy. His rich come started rolling thickly out of me. It ran down my legs in a syrupy torrent as he slowly withdrew his spent prick and moved back to the couch. To my astonishment, his cock was still standing straight up as he sat down, despite the obvious exhaustion of the rest of his body. It was like his fabulous cock was an entity separate from the rest of him, operating with a mind and nervous system of its own.
The incredible sight of his cock, still impossibly standing after all that had happened, turned me on more than ever before. George always went limp after a mere two or three minutes of what he called fucking, and here this guy looked like he could screw forever, even after coming like a fire-hydrant in my aching pussy. Suddenly the only thing I wanted in the world was more!
"You son of a bitch," I said boldly, the harshness of my words astounding me. "You've fucked my pussy until it's sore and think you can just let it go at that. Well, you better catch your breath, because now I'm going to fuck you!"
I straddled his legs and grabbed his still-hard cock. With excitedly fumbling fingers, I guided the head of his fantastic tool to my sopping-wet pussy and slammed down on it. He was up to his balls again in my cunt and I loved it.
As I watched his huge prick drive into my hungry pussy again, I went insane with arousal. I bounced up and down on his cock furiously. He grabbed my pulsing tits and hung on for dear life while I turned the tables, sliding my pussy on his greasy pole until he was babbling in exotic agony, the total prisoner of my fiery loins.
My cunt throbbed and tightened until I thought it would shred his meat into hamburger. The noose of my pussy seized his prick at the root and came just short of snapping within me that it seemed to engorge my womb. His cock was buried so deep within me that I felt like it was part of me, and that I would spend the rest of my life with ten inches of male organ wedged irrevocably between my legs.
My coming grew beyond all limits of definition, the orgasmic flames licking against the banks of my soul until I was a primitive, shrieking animal, frothing at the mouth in my quest for release. When it was abruptly over, I felt like I had been kicked in the head by a mule, consciousness instantaneously escaping me, my senses being inundated in a black pool as the lights went out.